Free eBook Friday: September

Not only is today Free eBook Friday, but it is also my birthday. Instead of asking everyone for gifts, I’m giving you all a free download of one of my books. This month’s eBook is Men Are Garbage. In my newest collection of poetry, I examine masculinity and reflect on personal experiences. Some of this includes childhood trauma. Some includes adult trauma. This is not the happy romance some people think of when they hear the word poetry. It’s dark. It’s real life. It’s my life. It felt fitting to offer this as a free download on my birthday.

The other exciting aspect of this poetry collection is I will feature some of the poems in a one man show I’m performing for the Tucson Fringe Festival in January 2020. I’ll share some poems along with some personal stories of my life and what inspired those poems. It will be an hour of poetry and storytelling. I’m excited as this is the first time, I’m featuring my work in this kind of performance. I’ve read my poetry to an audience before but only for a few minutes. More details on this as we get closer to 2020. The title of the show is also “Men Are Garbage.”

Most of the poetry included in this book was written within about a week. I would call it extreme inspiration or an emotional rage, but perhaps it was a little of both. I hope, in some small way, this collection will help the world. I never thought I would write poetry this much again, but I felt more passion behind this project than many of my other projects. I hope you enjoy it. “James Pack examines masculinity and anxiety in “Men Are Garbage,” a book of poetry in which he reflects on childhood trauma and his time as a nightclub bouncer.”

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Tests

the test is hard
the test is long
all the writing
is hurting my arm

i breeze through the parts
that don’t make sense
but when it comes to facts
i am a mess

these tests are unnecessary
they mean nothing to me
but i must take them
for all eternity

tested over everything
i will face someday
but never understanding
until i reach that day

people don’t like tests
they are intimidated, possibly
but when they are confronted
they don’t really complain

this poem doesn’t make sense
i’m not sure what i mean
i’m taking standardized testing
the boredom is captivating me

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.